Ed Norton, Brad Pitt, Helena Boneinham Carter and Meat Loaf.
Speaking? The first rule of Fight Club is you don't talk about
Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is you bring your MPB
(Movie Puke Bag) for the Edward Norton, Meat Loaf dance scene. Ed Norton nestles
in the enhanced breasts of testicular cancer victim Robert Paulsen's (Loaf's)
rather large chestal port - and aint for the weak of stomach I tell ya...
The Fight Club is an awesome man flick. Sorry girlies. Hey, we've
had a summer of studs being doable, if not actual datable, hunks. This flick was
made for the boyz. That's not to say you can't get a hefty dose of eye candy,
as Brad Pitt is so buff in this he looks more like a da Vinci study than a millenium
movie star. Frankly, I didn't know you could get muscles that bulbous on
the back of your neck.
Story goes...Jack (Ed 'Yaleman' Norton) is basically
a boring insomniac that lives vicariously through his catalog purchases till on
a routine business trip he meets Tyler Durden (Brad 'humma- humma' Pitt). Tyler
is the complete yang of Jack's ying. Through a mishap in which Jack's yuppified
condo is blown to bits the two become roommates.
They meet for a few
brewskis at the local dive and decide to beat each other up after. Ya, I know
we all do that after a couple of bevies. Go with it. The creepy barflies catch
on and Fight Club is born.
There is a lot of fighting and mayhem.
Tyler spews some clever Guru quotes in his own twisted philosophy of life, and
whamo they have themselves a good o' cult of fisty-cuffs. This 'army' Ty and Jack
mass starts to take down the corporate society in town via many acts of violence
and vandalism. Aha, bingo, = guy movie.
Meanwhile in a little sub-plot,
Jack has met a skanky chick named Marla at one of his ten thousand 'support groups'
he frequents to help relax in an attempt to squash his chronic insomnia. As fast
as fat multiplies on Rosie O'Donnell's huge quivering thighs, Marla (Helena Bonham
Carter) finds herself in bed with the more aggressive Tyler. Thank God. 'Cause
the down-to-the-beginning-of-the-pee-pee naked scenes of Pitt were oh, so lovely.
What do they call that part of the body? I digress...
to rethink his involvement with Fight Club after a tragic turn of events.
However, the club cronies can't - wont - let him go. Tyler has become a demi-God
with these mentally pubescent men and they don't want to stop. Jack confronts
Tyler in what has to be one of the cleverest scenes scripted since we learned
who Keyser Soze was back in '95.
I can not say enough about Edward Norton.
He has been a force for a few years now. But, he doesn't seem to be in 'overkill'
mode. This makes him all the more refreshing. Hey, maybe he actually chooses to
do good movies as opposed to Hollywood punch-outs? Bravo! Ed makes you happy your
young. I mean so many of the 'greats' were in the past. This guy is one of our
generation's "greats," and we are young enough to drink him in. Sip
slowly till he's squeaky dry...whaohaoho! (<- evil laugh) Which reminds me
of another Eddie 'must see' flick American History X. In AHX,
Edward looks like a stud bagel, that's been toasted in the oven till edible, then
gentlysmeared all over with lowfat Nova cream cheese for your dining pleasure.
Pitt is always a great treat. Sure everyone looks at him as the crème
filled Bundt cake that he is, but I got news for you...he's an acomplished actor!
I wonder if he were not as disgustingly beautiful if he would actually be noticed
by the Academy? He's kind of like a young Redford. Talented with a flaw of manly
(in some eyes...my eyes find Ed hotter...sick I know) perfection, thusly hard
to see the talent shining, glistening through. Well, he's a great American matinee
idol with; here's a twist----talent!
managed to get all the way through without alluding to Ed Norton of the 'Honeymooners'.
You didn't think I could do it, did ya?
Recommendation: Single serving mint packets.